This episode is about luxury, straight up
Paris’s premier chocolatier, Jaques Genin. Monsieur Genin taste Action and Clovis through some of his classic caramel’s, that are €110 a kilo no less, and a little pistachio ice cream before taking them into the laboratory. Tasting chocolate and drinking champagne makes you hungry, so Clovis scored a table at Table by Bruno Verjus. Bruno is a true connoisseur and his restaurant is a reflection of that. From the razor clams to the back vintages of Overnoy and Prieuré Roch, this meal is one for the books
In honor of Hip-Hop 50, Duck Down Music presents: The Running Man! A unique, limited edition commemorative statue that pays homage to the labels iconic logo and history representing independence at its finest, approaching 30 years and running. Designed by Steven Cartoccio, the statue stands 8″x10″ tall, weighing in at 5 pounds and is cast of high density resin. Limited to 200 units, each statue comes numbered and packed into a full color collectible box
Bars by Kahlee
Beat by Castle Money Beats
Mixed & mastered by Billy NoJokes
Lyrics:
You Gotta Keep Ya Head On Straight
But Still Keep It On A Swivel, Or You Might Get Swindled
For Every Door Slammed Shut, Slide Around To The Window
Wrap An Elbow With A Cloth, Crack The Glass To Unlock
When You Living By The Sword, You Get Swung On A Lot
So When The Blade Draws Blood, Fuck Standing In Shock
Start Running Like The Shit Wont Clot, I Watch The Clock
Once The Starter Pistol Pop, How Many Suckas Got Heart
I Calibrate My Instinct To Read The Counterfeit Fakers
The Squares And The Gangsters, The Gracious And The Haters
The Ones Who Show Love And Take Pride In Your Wins
Versus The Quiet, Stoned Face Who Think It Should’ve Been Them
They Hands Out, Riding Coat Tails And Praise You In Secret
Then Different In Front The Public, Downplay Your Achievements
See Their Ego Is A Weakness And Submission To Their Envy
Entitlement Breeds Contempt Leads To Tantrums And Frenzies
< Hook >
The Devil Runs Rampant…
Angel On My Shoulder Probably Speaking With An Accent
I Try To Make It Out But Only Understand A Fragment
She Saying Watch You Back, Cause Foos Jealous Of Your Passion
The Devil Runs Rampant…
Angel On My Shoulder Probably Speaking With An Accent
I Try To Make It Out But Only Understand A Fragment
She Saying Watch You Back, Cause Foos Hating On Your Actions
< Hook >
We Work Hard For The Money, They Pretend To Grind For
Reckless In The Fast Lane, Probably Wearing Blindfolds
Man We Living For Today Like We Don’t Care What Time Holds
Karma Always Gets It Victim, Watch The Six Nine Troll
All That Energy And Anger You Been Pushing Down To Hide
Try Converting That To Hustle, Get That Ass Out And Try
I Been Manifesting Favor, Seen It With My Own Eyes
But You Rather Point The Finger Blaming Me For Your Decline
I Know The Kind, Bitch And Cry, Insecure And In Doubt
If You Actually Fixed Something What Would You Complain About
Only Enemy’s Yourself, While You Preaching Mental Health
The Truth Is, You Just An Asshole, Shady As All Hell
People Bet For You To Lose Instead Of On Themselves To Win
I Rather Focus On Myself, My Family And My Friends
Won’t Sell My Soul For The Ends, I Keep My Ego In Check
Look At It Closely Through A Lens, You Couldn’t Earn My Respect
< Hook >
The Devil Runs Rampant…
Angel On My Shoulder Probably Speaking With An Accent
I Try To Make It Out But Only Understand A Fragment
She Saying Watch You Back, Cause Foos Jealous Of Your Passion
The Devil Runs Rampant…
Angel On My Shoulder Probably Speaking With An Accent
I Try To Make It Out But Only Understand A Fragment
She Saying Watch You Back, Cause Foos Hating On Your Actions
< Hook >
Produced, arranged and Mixed by Funky DL
Keyboards by Xantoné Blacq.
Bass Guitar by Sean Allen.
Electric Guitar by Miles James.
Additional Keys, Vintage Synthesizers, String Arrangement & Programming by Funky DL
Directed by Aesop Rock.
Lyric animations by Aesop Rock
Footage and effects by Justin “Coro” Kaufman
Written and produced by Aesop Rock
Cuts by Forest Pond
LYRICS:
The brand reads “Animal Farm”
A fugee on the lam, runnin’ with a lamb in my arms
Trail of rabbits harboring the farmer’s brand of cigars
And cattle after, after that it’s like a ramp to an arc
Planned a garlic salmon, already romancing the fingerlings
When reminded why the ringer’s off, it only ever “ring ring ring”
Out of radio silence a bad miracle
Panic in the paradigm, attacking the familiar world
Evacuate, bleeding heart, I had to let the horses out
Who each step forward to bow free to ignore the corral
Freedom ain’t a circle per the management’s “normal amount”
It’s when the chorus vow to normalize the horse’s mouth
Black Philip free to b-a-a what he b-a-a’s
From a growing blob of jail-broken oxen and hogs
I know some pigs’ll splinter off I seen ‘em mixing with the bosses
Sipping gin, as if the trough is less prestigious than the office
It isn’t, receiving a transmission from the future
Where your time around them humans ain’t protect you from they butcher’s Block, a bunch of us are meeting at the moor behind the the Orkin
You coulda been a presence at the origin
Should you feel unsettled or some melting into madness
After entertaining more second chances than Velma’s glasses
From a person place or otherwise increasingly disruptive trend
You could always run the red, or break the glass or jump the fence, yea
It was always all of a sudden
All’s well ’til it’s all of his palm on the button
I am always into something
I am always into something
It was always all a whodunnit,
All told, it was all of us up ’til it wasn’t
I am always into something
I am always into something
I am always into something
I am always into something
I am always into something
I am always into something
I can introduce you to another realm
Help you with the move, but only you can go fuck yourself
Cut to helter-skelter in glorious technicolor
With bumper to bumper sending turtle shells at one another
It’s treasure hunters budding in some cannonball running of bulls
Sweating in the dead of summer, red X on the bread and butter
Pardon while his pedal power shed the inseparable umbra
Reset the pecking order, still ain’t pick a second number
Detective on some “how you get so mega extra ultra?”
I said “never check the weather and always dress for the tundra”
Merry “Dawn of the Mummy”, heard a call in my slumber
Woke to a thousand years of sauce of the month in a bunker
Yum, you could be the lunker under pepper X,
I feel like professor why, why are all my friends depressed?
Why’s this party feel like when I walked back into Selmer’s Pets
In precious tears like “why are all my tetra dead… yet again?
Landspeed entirely contextual
Glacial-pace grand prix, “space invader camera B!”
Cam or not, copy room, camp ground or canteen
Every time you stand down, I pop out yelling “and… scene!”
Make a million paper cranes, blindfolded
Both arms stuck in different crane games
Underwater, over coals, whole of his spirit above him
Call now, I am always into something
BEAT TROTTERZ © 